Alla andra ar dumma i huvudet

And while "other people" maybe "dumb in the head" The Fates have taken it upon themselves to knock some sense into me.
If it were not for the fact I inherited the Polish thick headedness, by now I surely would be in the hospital.

Last time it was the bathroom design. Who puts sinks that close to the toilet?
This time it was a dark hallway and a baby gate. I knew it was there but I forgot and just went plowing into it. Crunch splat. My mother found me face down with my legs up as if the baby gate were going to use me in a wheelbarrow race. She thought it was hilarious. I did too till I realized every angle on my body hurt. Elbows, knees, shoulders, and that angle on the head that sticks out.... hey wait a minute.
So I have a goose egg on my forehead, a minor headache that will not go away, Fates conspiring against me and a husband who refuses to buy that I'm not accident prone.

What else can one say?

Vignette

This kitchen window is so hard to open and close, I miss the old one.

Yeah, I know me too. This one doesn’t sound the same. I’m use to the reverberating rattle when banged on followed by the muffled yet distinct shout for attention then the quick shunk as it flew open to deliver a reprimand of some sort. We laugh as I imitate the scene that has played over a million times including sound effects. She phrases it oddly. Telling me: She thought we didn’t think she loved us.
My automatic response is to say No, no. I just thought you were trying to convince me I was crazy. And we grow quiet having dropped this subject so many times neither of us willing to rehash the past and ask the questions once burning now barely even smoldering.